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The Button

Melissa was sitting by the bar with her friends, chatting away happily. She didn’t know how the next few moments would affect her life. A man in a dark suit, with well-oiled hair and a gaudy watch sauntered over to the group, singling out Melissa. He must have been at least a decade older than her.

“What’s your name?” his tone was friendly but demanding, as if he was chatting her up but expected her to respond quickly and eagerly.

“Melissa” she blurted out, uncomfortable already.

“I’m Gregory, can I buy you a drink gorgeous?” he asked, already flagging down the bartender. Before Melissa could respond, he ordered. “I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks, and she will have the very-cherry cocktail.”

“Did he really just order for you?” one of Melissa’s friends whispered incredulously.

As he handed her the bright red drink, Melissa could feel the rage inside her overflowing. It must have been the hundredth time this type of ignorant asshole had hit on her like this. He didn’t even let her speak, just bought it as if he had the right to decide for her what she could drink. She usually just told these idiots to fuck off, but this guy was especially pompous and unbearable. And to top it off, she hated cherries!

Without thinking, she simply took the glass and tossed its contents directly into Gregory’s face, coating it in red, sticky alcohol.

“You are the worst type of asshole! I have zero interest in you and your limp dick, now fuck right off!” Her friends cheered and giggled as the man stared in shock.

“You have made a big mistake, girl. I’m a very powerful man, you know.” he growled.

“You look more like a very-cherry man to me. Now leave me alone, loser.” she retorted, her friends bursting out in laughter at this.

The man slunk away in defeat, but there was a nasty glare in his eyes. It put Melissa off a little, but within a few minutes she and her friends were back to their enjoyable conversation. It wasn’t until an hour or so later when she took a quick break to use the toilet that her night would take a turn for the strange.

It was eerily quiet inside, apparently she was the only one in there despite the bar being fairly busy. Well, it was nice to go in peace. Relative peace, that is, as the drone of the music, though dulled, could still be heard through the walls.

She finished her business and was just washing up at the sink when she noticed a stall door behind her swinging open in the mirror. When she saw the figure of a man emerging she began to scream, but he was upon her in an instant. Hand over her mouth. A jab in her neck. She flailed and struggled for a moment or two, but her strength quickly failed her. Eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back as her whole body went numb, then limp and finally she passed out in her assailant’s arms.

She awoke some time later, in that same bathroom. She was slumped up against a wall, ass cold on the tiled floor. Her head ached and her body felt heavy as she recovered from whatever sedative had been used to subdue her, but as she recovered she was thankful to realize that her clothes were all intact and unstained. Nothing seemed to be missing from her purse either. She hadn’t been raped or robbed, so what exactly had the man been after? What had he done to her while she was asleep and utterly vulnerable?

It was only as she got up and went to the sink that she saw it in the mirror. It was plain as day, unmissable. As she stared, bewildered at her forehead, a large and very conspicuous red button stared back at her. It was the type of thing you expected to see on the control panel for a plane or rocket or something. The kind of big red button you only push in emergencies.

But it clearly had a different use in mind. Melissa couldn’t honestly believe what was written on the button in bold white lettering. ‘CUM’. What the hell was a ‘cum’ button doing sticking out of her damn forehead? Was this some kind of joke? Some toy someone had stuck on with glue for a laugh? She would be laughing herself, if she wasn’t so pissed. Whose fucking idea was this?

She reached up to the button and felt around it. If it was glued on, it was done well. She tried to dig her nail underneath the edge but it was useless. The button was affixed tightly, as if it had been professionally installed in her skull. Finally, she decided to see what the punchline was to this childish prank. She placed one finger on the button and pushed it down, expecting some silly sound-clip to play. Maybe even nothing would happen, and the button itself was the whole joke.

No. The instant she pressed it she regretted it. Her whole body felt flush and she opened her mouth to take a deep and labored breath as her hands shot down to grip the edge of the sink. Her knees were buckling and she needed to hold on as the incredible sensation ploughed through her. It shot down from her head directly to her cunt and she felt her pussy spasming and trembling with pleasure, while all she could do was choke out a pathetic groan and gaze in shock at her own slutty expression, her eyes glazing over with pleasure and the dumbstruck expression on her face as she came at the push of a button.

It took some time to recover. She was still a little flush, and now her crotch was distinctly damp. How the fuck had that happened? There was no way this was actually because she had pressed that button was there? And yet she dare not try pressing it again. That one orgasm had really rocked her, she didn’t need to be a hot mess. God, it would be hard enough to go back to her friends with this stupid thing sticking out of her forehead. Maybe they would be sympathetic once she explained how she was assaulted and knocked out, but they would definitely still find it fucking hilarious. She would never live it down. She had to report it to the police, but even so how was she going to explain the damn button? Would they ask for a demonstration if she mentioned what had happened when she pressed it? There was no way she could actually tell them that was there? How was she even supposed to leave without people seeing this thing?

As she was pondering her escape plan, a man waltzed confidently down the secluded hall leading to the women’s bathroom. The door was locked and a sign hung on it, ‘out of service’. It was merely there to keep people out whilst his men completed work on their target. He retrieved the key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

As Melissa heard the door unlocking she stumbled back and reached up to cover the button with her hand as she watched in horror at the man who walked in. She immediately recognized his suit and oiled-up hair. Gregory.

“What the fuck are you doing in here you asshole!?” she yelled.

Gregory simply chuckled. “What are you covering up on your forehead, girl?” he responded, striding towards her with an ever-growing grin.

“Stay away from m-”she began to say, but her words were cut off as his hand grabbed her wrist and wrenched her hand from her forehead, revealing the button in all its glory.

“Ah yes, they did excellent work. Really makes it clear how to use a stupid cunt like yourself, no?”

“You fucker! You did this?” she screamed at him.

“Yes, I told you I’m a powerful man. Now its time to make some use out of you. Or your tight young holes at least.”

Before Melissa could protest, Gregory slammed down on her ‘cum’ button with some force. Her protests died in her throat as they turned to moans. She felt her legs shake and weaken as she fell into the creep’s arms and began to grind and squirm like a bitch in heat. She felt her slit grow even damper as pulses of hot pleasure throbbed through it over and over.

It didn’t take long for him to pull down her skirt and panties, exposing her quivering, slick lips. Much to his pleasure.

“What a sloppy little cunt you are, just like all the rest. This is what you’re good for.” he debased her as he pulled out his stiff cock and slid it into her still trembling snatch without warning.

“Ung…Fuck!” she cried out.

He thrust several times into her clenching cunt before she finally began to come down from her orgasm. Feeling this, Gregory smiled and reached up to her forehead once again. Melissa’s eyes widened in fear.

“Oh, what, you thought I would stop there? We’re just getting started you nasty leaking cunt.”

With that he pressed the button again. Melissa felt any semblance of sanity she had regained in the last few moments drain from her, replaced by an insatiable fire that burned through her body. Smoldering in her slit and keeping her in a state of mind-numbing pleasure as she bucked against his fat cock like a common slut.

Between moans, she managed to stammer out a few words. “This…is…rape…ass…hole…”

Gregory seemed displeased by this little protest. He continued pounding her as the orgasm washed over her, until finally she started to regain her sense once more.

“So, stupid cunt. You don’t seem to appreciate the lesson I’m teaching you here. You see, you think you’re worth something. You think you’re a special and valuable. But you’re not. You’re just another cunt for me to stick my cock in. Men don’t want to hear your witty little jokes or talk to you at all. They just want to use that tight hole of yours, and what you should be doing is spreading your legs like a good girl.”

Melissa was furious at the complete bullshit this guy was spewing, even as his cock continued pumping away at her soaking and aching pussy. She wished she wasn’t so fucking turned on right now, but there was little she could do but listen and take it as he fucked her and degraded her more with every word.

“But, you want autonomy? You want freedom of choice? Well here we go…” Gregory grabbed her wrist and moved her hand up to her forehead once more. “You can push the button, or not. I’m going to keep using you for what you are, a wet and weak set of holes. Doesn’t matter to me whether a brainless cunt like you cums. So what will it be?”

Melissa was stunned. How could he be this callous? Its not like she was going to actively push this fucking button and give the asshole the pleasure…and yet, her cunt was throbbing at the chance to orgasm like that again. He was going to keep raping her right here, whether she pressed it or not. Why not enjoy herself a bit too? She deserved that much at least.

And so, she pushed the button. She pushed it and her drippy little cunt clenched around her rapist’s cock once more. And she kept pressing it, as he kept stuffing her and berating her. She kept pressing it, kept cumming, even as he emptied his balls in her unprotected pussy. Even as he pushed her head down and slid his slick, cum-coated cock down her throat. He face-fucked her so hard in fact that her forehead hit his groin and pushed the button for her. This made her shiver and groan around his cock as it choked her silly.

She swallowed his sticky seed happily, cumming her brains out over and over as she lost herself. Even his insults seemed to add to the pleasure. Everything seemed pleasurable when she was constantly wracked by mind-bending orgasms and drooling and humping wildly.

When Gregory was done breaking in his latest conquest, he had her moved to the men’s room. She was sat next to the urinals, still pressing her little ‘cum’ button repeatedly and twitching there, moans echoing as men entered and soon found the convenient cunt. It was a great way to clean off their cocks and have a little fun in between drinks. They all chuckled at her button and eagerly gave it a go to watch the stupid toy squirm as they abused her.

Her friends figured she had gone home with some guy and left. Even as she was covered in cum and still high on orgasms in the men’s bathroom. But Melissa didn’t care. She didn’t think much of anything in fact. If she started thinking or worrying, she just pressed her ‘cum’ button and those thoughts were swiftly replaced by heat and pleasure.

Gregory was so right, she was just a wet set of holes. She loved her new button!

It was Button’s, one of my demon lord vices, birthday the other day so I had to draw her ironically she turned 7 this year!

Kodak Portra 400 on Canon 500N

Working on making some clown button/sticker designs!